They tore the warning label from the sky,
Trump and Zeldin called it freedom’s cry.
An Obama-era cornerstone turned to dust,
Cheaper wheels promised, in deregulation we trust.
California sharpens suits, green banners raise,
Obama says we’ll pay in air and days.
Engines roar while lawyers circle the sun,
From courthouse steps to the highest one.
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We’re living on fault lines, chasing a flicker of truth,
Engines are burning, borders are turning, ballots and boots.
Sirens and courtrooms, allies in crosswinds,
Hold the line, hold the light, till the world turns again.
A name in the harbor, a whisper in the files,
Sultan bin Sulayem walks the plank of lies and trials.
Epstein’s shadow in late-night mail,
“Torture video” echoes through a salt-stained gale.
Investors freeze, the cargo hums low,
Essa Kazim steps in, Narayan takes the prow.
Ports move a giant share of the world’s breath,
Even steel can shiver at the scent of death.
Sources:
We’re living on fault lines, chasing a flicker of truth,
Engines are burning, borders are turning, ballots and boots.
Sirens and courtrooms, allies in crosswinds,
Hold the line, hold the light, till the world turns again.
Midnight shutters Homeland’s doors,
Senate thunder shakes the floors.
Democrats demand a badge and cam,
No shadow raids, no nameless slam.
Warrants on thresholds, no profile hunts,
ICE and CBP keep grinding the fronts.
TSA, FEMA, Coast Guard stay,
Hands on duty, hearts on layaway.
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In Munich they say the old map’s gone,
Merz warns America it can’t march on alone.
Macron holds Europe, rubs the frost from the glass,
Rubio nods that the age has passed.
A nuclear whisper between Rhine and Seine,
JD Vance’s words meet stiff refrain.
Zelensky walks in with winter eyes,
Peace talks hover like distant cries.
Sources:
We’re living on fault lines, chasing a flicker of truth,
Engines are burning, borders are turning, ballots and boots.
Sirens and courtrooms, allies in crosswinds,
Hold the line, hold the light, till the world turns again.
Desert wind through Tucson streets,
Nancy Guthrie’s name in every beat.
A raised reward, a backpack’s mark,
Ozark Trail ink on a faceless dark.
A ransom fake, Callella walks free,
Agents knock on every mesquite tree.
Savannah’s prayer on a sleepless night,
Bring her home by morning light.
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Dhaka wakes to a brand-new drum,
BNP surges where the crowds first come.
Tarique Rahman back from a long gray mile,
Hand on the wheel with a tempered smile.
Jamaat rises to claim the other side,
Awami barred as the tides divide.
Term limits promised, the street says “go,”
Modi calls, the Stars and Stripes say “hello.”
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Smoke on the waterline, ink on the dawn,
Scars in the ledger where the truth signed on.
From courtrooms to checkpoints to far-off squares,
The world keeps turning on whispered prayers.
We’re living on fault lines, chasing a flicker of truth,
Engines are burning, borders are turning, ballots and boots.
Raise up the chorus, let the sirens bend,
From shuttered halls to ports that never end.
Signal the coastline, spark up the night,
Name every missing, stand in the fight.
If the old world’s broken, we’ll weld it in flame,
Hold the line, hold the light—
Scream the name of hope again!
